He's a Democrat like I'm a fucking DUCK! He voted FOR this Keystone pipeline bullshit! He never should have won that seat, and it's the one thing I will never forgive Barack Obama for...sticking his nose into that primary with Romanoff years ago. We could have a truly Democratic senator, but no, we have Michael..."show me the money"...Bennet!

It has to do with perverts who will come up behind a woman on the sidewalk or the subway or a crowded elevator, and rub their cock up against her or grab her ass or her breast.

People will sometimes respond to this with "How would you feel if a woman came up and grabbed your balls?" Well, the answer to that is usually a chuckle and a "Hell, yeah, Baby! Let's go!"

But here's my epiphany:

That's the wrong question. The question for these idiots is "How would you feel if a MAN, presumably a bigger, stronger man came up behind you and rubbed his cock up against you or grabbed your nut sack?"

My brother, who lives in Texas, and has always been VERY pro-gun-control, told me that there's one issue on which he agrees with the NRA: open-carry laws. He calls them the "Moron Identification Law". He says, "so if I walk into a restaurant, and I see a moron, I can turn around and leave. It's a hell of a lot better than concealed carry."

Four people went to sleep under the eaves of a building at Scott Carpenter Park during the spring snowstorm that struck Boulder on the night before Mother's Day. Only three woke up.

The woman discovered by her friends to have died while they slept was identified two days later as Kathryn J. Fishman, 59.

Apparently homeless for a significant period of time, she had been a frequent visitor in recent weeks to the Scott Carpenter Park area, and was well known for pushing around not one shopping cart but two.

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According to the Boulder County Coroner's Office, she left behind a daughter, who lives in the state. The cause and manner of Fishman's death has not yet been determined, nor have those of the previous three transients to die.

The kitchen of Brian and Meghan Wilson's rental home in Denver's Washington Park neighborhood looked like a chemistry lab. Using beakers, glass dishes and a botanical extractor, the couple coaxed oil from dispensary-bought marijuana plants, desperate to control the epileptic seizures of their 3-year-old daughter, Vivian.

Before giving it to the little girl, who likes to draw on an easel and play with her toothbrush, the Wilsons took their homemade oil to a Denver marijuana testing lab to make sure the dosage was correct.

All of that stopped after state regulators began informing marijuana testing labs that as a condition of holding a state license to test, they may only accept samples from licensed recreational pot shops, infused-product manufacturers and medical marijuana dispensaries.

At least that's what it sounds like if you read CNN or some of the other press.

I wish people would realize that NO ONE in Colorado who wasn't getting high last week will be getting high today. Hell, the kids that my kids go to school with will still be getting high, even though they can't "legally" buy weed. All the MMJ patients, many of whom have no illness worse than the dreaded "really, really, really want to get high" disease, will still be getting high, they just won't have to get put into the state registry or even give their last name to the cashier at the pot store.

And you still can't buy pot legally in Colorado Springs, so all of those poor people who have to live among the right wing junta that control the city will probably still buy their pot illegally, simply because it's less trouble and less expensive.

You see, very little will change in Colorado. In fact, I will go out on a limb here, and say that almost NOTHING will change in Colorado, except that we might see a slightly higher rate of new school buildings because of the tax revenue.

Robert J. Corry, the marijuana activist and attorney who handed out free joints in Denver's Civic Center park earlier this month, was arrested Wednesday for smoking marijuana in public during the Rockies game.

According to a police report, Corry and a woman were seen smoking a joint between a gate and the concourse at Coors Field when officers approached. An officer asked Corry to hand over the joint, and Corry responded, "No, I don't have to, it's legal," according to the report.

It's too bad that the champion of legalizing pot in Colorado is such a jerk.

In the last few weeks Corry sponsored joint give-aways in Denver and Boulder. The cops stayed away and let the event go forward, and they were very successful--big crowds, lots of media coverage. At the one in Boulder he even linked it to flood-relief, claiming that he was helping relieve the considerable stress that the community is under.

He's doing great work and appears to be pretty smart. It's a real shame that he's so full of himself.

(I hope this passes the exceptions rule on guns. I wrote it this morning after reading the New Republic article.)

I wouldn't have understood it before I had children. For the first thirty years of my life I considered myself a sane, rational human being. But once my son was born, and then my daughter, I began to understand that my youthful assumptions had simply ignored the suppressed tendencies that emerged once I was a parent, and I became a different creature altogether.

And what is that? An irrational, thoroughly untempered wild animal whose sole purpose in life is to protect the children I have borne. Nothing else matters. Ever. The impulse to protect our children outweighs everything, sometimes even the law, sometimes even our own self-preservation. I remember my husband trying to explain to my son why there were terrorists in the world. Without, of course, condoning violence, he attempted to illustrate the hopelessness that exists in some corners of the world, "What would you do if your child was sick, and the person who had the medicine that would save your child's life wouldn't give it to you, even though it would simply go to waste in his possession?" Naturally, our son couldn't understand, but he will some day. When he is protecting his own children.

As parents we all understand, even if we cannot empathize, the pain that the parents of the children at Sandy Hook Elementary have suffered. This doesn't assume that non-parents cannot also understand. Indeed I have friends with no children of their own who have adopted mine (pseudo godparents, or adopted aunts and uncles), and I believe they would protect my children as passionately as I would. The instinct is in all of us, and it is raw and fierce.

And that, I believe, is why Newtown is different. The fact that innocents were killed has never been enough. Even Columbine, which I think until now came the closest to tapping that wild-animal instinct, wasn't enough for us to all feel the hurt, indeed the betrayal, that Newtown instilled. Betrayal? Yes, the betrayal by our fellow man to not have somehow stopped this from happening. It wasn't bad enough that teenagers, who at least have stronger abilities to protect themselves, were murdered on our watch. But five-year olds? How did we let this happen? As parents we not only feel betrayed by each other, but ashamed of ourselves. We, none of us, can look the Newtown families in the eye and claim to have done enough. No shower in the world will wash away that stain.

And not only did we not protect the children! We didn't even protect the people who were protecting the children! The heroic efforts of the adult victims at Sandy Hook prevented even more children from dying, but they had to lose their lives to do it. Shame on us! How could we!?

Even after the horrific shooting in Tucson, the only two names I remembered for years were Gabriella Giffords and Christina Taylor Green. Christina was nine years old when she was gunned down. My own daughter was thirteen, and I could barely look at her that day without crying.

And the beat goes on. The ridiculous assertions of the NRA that what is needed now is more guns, guns in schools, and fewer gun restrictions are not only absurd on their face, they belie the almost daily drum beat of news about accidental shootings, domestic violence shootings, and shootings by gangs in turf wars or drug wars. Without guns, these wouldn't even be wars. Problems, perhaps, but not wars. We hear of shootings of police officers, fire fighters, and even civilians who simply want to help an injured person. We read of road rage shootings, drive by shootings, and shootings like the one that occurred in my own small town when a beloved husband, friend and father was senselessly murdered because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time when a disturbed man with a gun snapped.

Yes, Newtown is different. It is why the NRA is now on its heels. It's why Mayor Bloomberg feels compelled to spend his millions on stopping the next Newtown from happening, the next place name to become the name of a disastrous loss of life because someone was able to get their hands on a gun and ammunition too easily. Newtown, Tucson, Aurora, Columbine, ad nauseam. Where will it happen next? Throw a dart at a map, and that could be it…unless.

Unless we keep our promises to our children. Unless we keep our promises to ourselves and to each other to protect the most innocent and defenseless among us. Unless we stop the easy sale of guns and bullets to anyone with enough money. Unless we keep those assault weapons, those death machines out of the hands of the mentally ill, the immature, and the criminal.

"They want to repeal the second amendment!!!!" Cries the NRA, the most vocal front for the gun manufacturers. "They want to take away our guns!" they warn. Well, you're damn right we do! If you can't be bothered to keep it contained and safe from anyone too ill, young, drunk, careless or demonstrably evil getting their hands on it, then HELL YES! I want to take away your guns! I never again want your gun to kill your child or my child or anyone's child. If you're too lazy, stupid or just don't care enough to keep your instrument of death away from those who should not have it, then yeah, I fiercely wish to take away your gun!